The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82

“Right. A bracelet form would be easy to wear with any outfit and wouldn’t be bothersome. See the butterfly pattern in the center? If you align the revolver’s butterfly pattern with it, it’ll be stored. To take it out, just inject Oaths.”

“A revolver can be stored in something this thin? Between this and the artificial spirit, Oli, your magical crafting skills seem to have improved tremendously compared to before.”

“Wouldn’t it be more problematic if squeezing things out with an inadequate body and insufficient materials in harsh conditions was similar to splurging money with my original body in abundant conditions now? Hurry up and try it on. I need to fix any uncomfortable parts.”

Olivia spoke curtly and naturally moved to stand between Isaiah and Lillieta. Isaiah tilted his head slightly, then quietly turned around the moment Lillieta lifted the hem of her dress.

“Junior is still so straightforward.”

“That girl has no awareness of her own gender. It’s all because some guy who’s been stuck to her since childhood organized everything around her too well. He’d beat up anyone who looked at her strangely early on, so the kid became careless.”

Olivia grumbled irritably at Isaiah’s muttering. Isaiah replied with a slight smile.

“Well, from Junior’s perspective, there’s probably no need to be careful. Who would dare look at the Magic Bullet Shooter with such eyes.”

“That’s true, but… the place where you could put a bullet in someone’s head for looking wrong and here are different. This neighborhood has no fear that acting up could actually get you killed, so they’re incredibly rude.”

While the two quietly exchanged words, Lillieta was marveling as she drew Silvergrass and inserted it into the bracelet’s butterfly pattern, then pulled it back out.

“This is incredibly convenient. Thanks, Oli!”

“Good. Let me know if you find any inconveniences while using it.”

They soon began walking side by side.

Along the way, several salon guests approached and tried to speak to Lillieta, but they were guided away by staff Isaiah called or deterred by Olivia, who was the salon owner.

Midway, they came to a square-like wide space surrounded by tall trees. It was filled with tables set with refreshments and well-dressed guests.

“This is the Botanical Hall. During business hours it’s used as a cafe, and when the Garden Salon is open, it’s the center of the salon. Here they hold discussions and presentations on set topics each month.”

Listening to Isaiah’s kind explanation, they passed through that space as well.

The end of the white brick path was an iron gate connected to a white tower like a lighthouse. As the clerk at the entrance had said, white burning torches hung on both sides of the iron gate.

“The tower part is entirely a space for our purpose.”

Isaiah gestured to the gatekeeper to open the door. Rita politely greeted and briefly observed the gatekeeper opening the door, then whispered to Isaiah.

“Oathbinder?”

“Junior certainly has good instincts.”

Olivia, who heard their conversation, explained.

“That gatekeeper is a Tritoma special agent. The Crown Prince’s secret talent group that’s been causing a stir since their existence was openly revealed this time is the Tritoma Special Knights.”

“So he was indeed cultivating an Oathbinder unit.”

“With that damn disaster approaching. Everyone’s been busy living for four years. And they were even busier trying to find that damn Rita Pascal.”

“…But I thought they would have revived the Beacon Squad, yet they created something entirely separate?”

Isaiah responded to her words.

“Beacon is us, and since we no longer accept new recruits, a new organization was needed.”

Inside the iron gate, the 1st floor of the tower was a space with several rooms centered around a fairly wide lobby. People in black uniforms with torch flame marks were busily going about their work there. Some of them were Oathbinders.

Rita let out a hollow laugh at the familiar-feeling scene.

“Somehow it’s like the Last Defense Line Command.”

“We ended up making it in a form familiar to us.”

Olivia shrugged.

“So this is the headquarters of that Oathbinder unit called the Tritoma Special Knights?”

“Right. Come this way, Rita. The Beacon headquarters is at the top of the tower.”

After going up one floor following the stairs and passing through a strictly managed magic circle, they immediately reached the top floor of the tower.

Unlike the lower floors that felt distinctly like work spaces, seven rooms surrounded a cozy lounge-like space. The nameplate attached to each room bore the names of Beacon Squad members, and the seventh room didn’t have a nameplate hung yet.

On one side of the lounge, there was a table with a large map spread out and a blackboard, seemingly for meetings, and near them a blue-haired boy was pacing anxiously before suddenly looking up at the sound of people.

Sky-blue eyes that had glanced past Isaiah and Olivia fixed on Lillieta and widened in surprise.

“Could it be… Sister Rita?”

Rita recognized him at a glance this time as well.

“It’s been a while, Luca.”

The boy, who had originally had delicate features, exuded a more refined and aristocratic atmosphere than before thanks to his hair that had changed from brown to an unusual blue color and his even more delicate face. However, his clear sky-blue eyes were almost exactly the same as in the Age of Ashes.

Beacon’s youngest, ‘Beast’ Luca Pascal.

His real name after returning was Lucas den Mayer Winterfield.

As the second son of Margrave Winterfield, he was recorded in Pascal’s history as the hero who saved the isolated north after the Great Invasion.

When the defense line collapsed during the Great Invasion, the north was completely isolated and nearly annihilated due to the stubbornness and mistakes of the incompetent Emperor Lawrence, but they barely held out as the Raskail Family sacrificed themselves blocking the magic beasts at the front.

‘That’s like our family… but this damn history really needs to be changed.’

In that process, a messenger sent by Raskail reached the Winterfield Family, who couldn’t participate in the defense line because they were dealing with monsters causing great chaos beyond the White Mountains.

Learning of Raskail’s sacrifice and annihilation, Winterfield abandoned their territory and moved south, gathering and rallying northern survivors to head for the still uncontaminated south.

This became the ‘Great Northern Exodus’ recorded in history, and the hero who led tens of thousands of survivors to the south while fighting magic beasts and breaking through contaminated zones was Lucas den Mayer Winterfield.

Margrave Winterfield died blocking monsters to the end in his territory during the southern migration, the eldest son died while rescuing survivors throughout the north, and the third son died during the march from north to south, leaving Lucas, who had awakened Oaths, as the only Winterfield to lead the northerners to the end.

Afterwards, ‘Savior of the North’ Lucas joined the magic beast defense army under Emperor Gideon and left many military achievements, but died together with the Emperor in that battle in the 18th year of the disaster when the Emperor fell in battle.

All his comrades’ heroic tales ended tragically like this. It was an inevitable conclusion for such an era, but still.

‘I really have to change it somehow. Pascal’s history.’

The boy who was the savior of the north in that history and was called a beast for rampaging like mad on battlefields with his excellent physical enhancement abilities in the Age of Ashes, cried like a child once he was convinced that Lillieta was Rita Pascal.

“Waaah, Sister, really, waaah, that was too much, sniff, waaaaaah…”

Lucas, who had run over in one breath, asked several times if she was really Sister Rita, and when Is and Oli confirmed it and Rita recited Pascal’s precepts, he collapsed and clung to her, bursting into tears.

“Waaah, dying like that, waaah, how could you, waaah, that was really too much, sniff, waaaaaah…”

The elegant 18-year-old boy made sounds like a crying bear while streaming tears and snot. Lillieta spent a long time apologizing to and comforting the sobbing boy, patting him, before finally letting out a pained sound.

“Luca, sorry, but could you ease up on the strength a little? I feel like my back might break…”

“Ah, huh! Waaah, I’m sorry… sniff.”

Realizing he had used excessive strength, Lucas finally came to his senses somewhat and separated from Rita.

Olivia, who had been watching, clicked her tongue and threw a handkerchief at Lucas’s messy face.

“I understand your feelings, but Lucas, now go wash your face and calm down.”

“Yes, sniff, Sister Oli.”

“That one really has good stamina. How does he cry for over 30 minutes without rest?”

As Lucas trudged toward the guest room with his name on it, Olivia looked Rita up and down.

“Rita, you turn on Grace and check your physical condition. Are your bones broken? That Lucas may look pretty, but his strength and head are no different from a beast.”

“Oli, no matter how much weaker my body has become compared to before, my bones wouldn’t break from something like this. What I said earlier was just exaggerated to calm Luca down.”

“Oh, so what does Grace say?”

At her openly distrustful expression, Rita sighed and drew Silvergrass from the bracelet and turned it on.

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